Carillon

It was a grand old night in the tradition of something even older.

I packed a picnic dinner and drove to a carillon concert with my daughter, granddaughter and her boy friend.

People came from all over to sit in lawn chairs and listen to the last concert of a week long celebration that ended in fireworks accompanied by the bells.

First we were treated to a wonderful assortment of songs by two excellent carillonneurs. One from Belgium and one relatively local. The breeze blowing through the shade trees on a hot June night was just perfect, but the sun was a little too bright to really make it possible to see the inside of the carillon as they played on the screen, so we simply listened. Which was actually perfect.

Later they accompanied a magnificent firework display and then there was the long drive home.

Even that was a bit magical as I pulled around the corner and six little baby bunnies scampered in all directions!